jayne

...a stare like yours is hard to find it's ultraviolet...

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most evenings after work i sit at home at my window and stare at the planes as they climb further up into space, through the clouds until they dissapear. they come and go all the time, and it makes me miss home. it's actually quite a strange phenomena when i sit and think about it, so many people coming and going in a constant wave.
trouble at work is off and on. some days are good, and others just make me feel ill. some days i want to just pull my hair out. it's not exactly what i thought it would be...so we'll just see how things progress.
there is really no other news. i had a lovely weekend with friends...a lovely sunday at the design museum to see an amazing collection of saul bass' work with ciel and partiallyblind...then to the tate, where we couldn't be fucking bothered to look at anything, as we were all far too tired. after eating overpriced desserts and drinks, we headed home. i got in early, but i couldn't get to sleep when i tried. so many thoughts floating around in my mind. i tend to take the longest and hardest route in anything i do...i suppose it's just in my nature to do so. i have to make things far more difficult than they should be. as a result, i think about things far too much.
i'm still without internet access...my laziness combined with the lack of free time leads to my current dillema. i guess it's my own fault though.
anyway, this journal is getting far too long, i just felt the need to give a bit of an update due to my recent lack of activity on the site.
take care lovlies.
x